No one seemed to notice that voice. They were all so pre-occupied with their own thoughts and the crackling from the flames had deafened the sound.
But I knew something was gravely wrong! I might not have encountered such things personally before, but I had definitely read or saw about this in movies and fiction! I might have not read the whole series of Goosebumps, but I definitely saw enough; that, plus movies such as the Mummy and the Mummy Returns were enough to make me quiver. The jiangshis in Lam Ching-ying's films might scream and shriek, but I would never bet against those corpses now resting in the coffins now buried all around us!
Bian Dashou was sitting with his back to one of the exhumed coffins, with a mere three meters away from it. The stone chamber was hardly a large one and the moaning echoed from behind him yet he was showing no signs of having to notice it! I could feel the skin on my face curdling with worry and apprehension when sudde
Seeing this scene, I suddenly remembered that the old man Chen Yixuan had described it in a story: an elm grew on Li Shouzhong's tomb. However, it had never occurred to me that this elm was actually growing on the coffin! This elm was sitting on the coffin, like a living person sitting on the hillside. The creeping roots of the tree wrapped around the whole coffin and then extended into the mud below it. One must know that the elm was in a tomb dark as hell. However, it even managed to develop lots of branches that could even fully extend in the tomb! I observed the elm with my Spirit Sight and found that mixing with the dragon leys' Qi, a powerful stream of evil Qi filled the elm. So, the elm was leafy but had a black-purple body. When someone went forward to touch it, the elm even shivered and dodged him as if it were alive. After taking a closer look, I noticed that those crooked branches were all strangely shaped. Also, they had twisted with many vines, making an u
"Sh*t!" I exclaimed in my heart. Bian Dashou turned back and found that the black-haired Jiangshi had already blocked his way. Subconsciously, he took two steps back. But to our surprise, it seemed that every single move of him could stimulate the black-haired Jiangshi. This time, he only stepped back for two steps. But after that, the Jiangshi immediately stepped forward twice. Holding up its hands stiffly, it came right at him! From Bian Dashou's expression, I knew all his hopes must have already dashed to pieces at this point. He slowly closed his eyes and waited to die! In a hurry, I rushed forward, quickly raised my leg, and kicked at the Jiangshi's outstretched claws. However, my kick only pushed its claws away. Its body didn't budge an inch because it was as hard as a rock! But my feet hurt like hell. Apparently, the Jiangshi hesitated a little because it somehow missed its close target. While by taking this chance, Bian Dashou ran back to the center of the tomb
When I saw this scene in front of me, I laughed in my heart. It seemed that I thought in the wrong direction. At first, I felt that the old Taoist priest wanted to beg those villagers for alms. But it turned out that the old priest was invited here to handle the evil thing. In the turbulent days without peace, the ordinary citizens normally couldn't live in affluence. Then, why these villagers wanted to spend their money and time on the Taoist priest? Feeling curious in my heart, I also entered the village with them. When I was in the village, I discovered that this village was not that good as I had imaged. There stood many thatched cottages. But basically, not a single one of them looked decent. Also, there was basically no livestock wandering outside the houses. The overall appearance of the village was quick desolate. A group of people crowded around the old priest, and they arrived at a small courtyard, which was said to be the best one in the villag
After I launched this sword attack, the dazzling light on the sword suddenly turned into a spurt of raging fire and cut right at the Taoist crown of the old priest! The fire came so fast that he had no time to dodge. And so, his body took all the impact the fire brought! "Whoosh!" His Taoist crown was turned into a trail of ash flying in the air by the flame, and in an instant, this old Taoist priest became an old monk without eyebrows. Dumbfounded, the old priest touched his head. The burning pain gave him a chill and his consciousness at the same time. He flushed first. Then his face became ghastly pale. And then lots of colors vied with each other to appear on his face. This scene was incredibly funny such that I nearly laughed my ass off! This moment I was eager to play more tricks on him. But to my surprise, in this critical situation, wit suddenly came to his rescue. Quickly, he grabbed his traveling bag and the Taiji Sword on the table and then ran away fast. Wh
Father cast a long look at the mountain, smirking wryly to himself. But there was something about his that indicated he knew what it was that made the hideous howl just now. But if anyone could remain calm and collected after hearing so ghastly and terrifying a sound, I could think of no one but Father and Mother. No one else! A shaky voice rose from the crowd of terrified villagers, "W-what... what in the world is that..." But Father did not attempt to explain. With a lazy and dismissive wave of an arm, he declared, "Go back to your homes and have a good night's rest. But remember! None of you will ever again venture into the woods at the northern face of that mountain. You'd do well to remember these words." He got up and sauntered casually towards the entrance of the village. No one moved an inch. They watched as Father meandered slowly away, staring at him wordlessly with shock and bewilderment! With hardly any concern about their fate thereafter, I scampered after
I looked to the front and the stony passage had given way into a huge cavernous hall. In some ways, it would be more apt to call it a square, for it was easily larger than the size of two basketball courts put together! But I was more shocked by the heap of human bones piling up into a huge mound on the floor. The presence of human skulls among the heap of bones was the very reason I immediately recognized them as human remains and the decaying dark greyish hues of the bones showed that they have been left here for quite some time. The air was thick with the fetid stench of rotting flesh; the same which could be imagined belching from the bowels of a man-eating monster after its pleasures of human flesh and tossing the bones aside lazily. Father fanned himself with a palm, his nose wrinkling with disgust at the smell. "I did not know that there were so many human sacrifices buried alive here when this crypt was completed. These could either be prisoners o
The coffin Father and I were peering into had damaged so badly that its sides were littered with holes and slits from neglect and disrepair, from which the fluids and watery flesh were seeping out like vomit being belched from a person's mouth. But what was inside left my mouth agape with surprise! There was a body lying inside! The body lying inside looked nothing like the rest; it was a man who had died only recently. A brown-copper rag bundled a bun on his head, as was the common fashion for men in the Ming Dynasty, but he was looking positively horrified as if he was screaming for his life when he died. The gaunt and scrawny man, short in height and small in girth, had green and purple wounds all around him. A closer inspection revealed that those were bite wounds; Jiangshis, no doubt. But who had left him here in this coffin? A thin smile lined across Father's lips. Saying nothing, he continued walking, heading towards the dark corridor at the end of
I could hardly utter anything as I took in the impressive vista opening before me. This was no ordinary crypt chamber. This was a palace! Many mighty pillars hewn of stones laid neatly before us, smooth as glass, each ornately-furnished with carven illustrations of mythical monsters and beasts baring their fangs ferociously. On the black polished walls on either side, images of the activities of an ancient civilization were sculpted and etched for eternal posterity. Some depicted hunting activities, some were about warfare, and there were also some about festivals and religious celebrations and so on. The vast roof far above our heads glittered with precious stones that twinkled at us like the stars in the night sky. A huge, baroque effigy of a monster hung from the ceilings with the likeness of a living beast, bedecked with precious gems that sparkled cheerfully in the dark! The stone behemoth was a gigantic mammoth that sprawled across the length and br